There Daisy stopped, and there was silence. Presently her father opened his eyes. He saw that hers were full, but they were not looking at her book, neither at him; they were gazing away at the light, with an intent, very serious expression.
"Daisy!—" said her father.
She came back instantly to a sweet happy look at him.
"What were you studying?"
"Papa!—I was thinking—"
"What were you thinking?"
"I was thinking, papa," said Daisy unwillingly,—"how strange it is that anybody should try to hide himself from God."
She started a little and rose up, for her mother stood on the other side of the light now. Mrs. Randolph's voice was a note belonging to another chord.
"Daisy, it is your bedtime."
"Yes, mamma."